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riving here so we double-timed up a white road to get out of it
while German prisoners double-timed in the other direction.
This particular part of the Argonne was rolling and partly
open country. In the open all you could see was "Yanks"
going forward in battle formation. We followed the first wave
and while in the shelter of a ditch, light artillery passed by.
Their horses had been hit with shell fragments, nevertheless
their wounds were bandaged and our boys were dragging and
beating them on. The signal corps is always on the job, for the
communication wires are always stretched. Near the village of
Eemonville we were hailed with a volley of murderous bullets
from Boche rear-guards. Their innumerable machine guns are
making the advance slow, although we are involving a terrible
expenditure of life to their machine gunners. We flopped into
shell holes and waited until our doughboys flanked them.
While speaking of doughboys our brigade has a pair of regiments that can be called either storm or shock troops without
flattery. They went at just the right clip, although up at St.
Mihiel they were a little too anxious and ran into the devastating barrage of our own guns.
Next entered a woods; here were two long lines of German
prisoners at rest and we immediately started searching them for
iron crosses, rings and rations. In the way of rations they all
seemed short, though some had "pumpernickel" bread.
Among these "crop headed" chaps many were wounded and
many dead. At the machine gun nests we passed there was a
half dozen or so who had diced with death, this proved the
enemy has entailed heavy loses. Talked to Lieut. Blair this afternoon and learned he had just returned from the hospital.
Cheered me up by saying he was positive this would be our final crusade. "Doc" Alderson was with him carrying a shotgun (weapon used merely to tickle the enemy at close range).
At 1 p. m. we "leap frogged" other elements and went over
supporting our respective infantry. Advanced until
dark when we dug in for the night in the edge of a forest.
While doing my watch on the gun, which is in a huge shell
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riving here so we double-timed up a white road to get out of it
while German prisoners double-timed in the other direction.
This particular part of the Argonne was rolling and partly
open country. In the open all you could see was "Yanks"
going forward in battle formation. We followed the first wave
and while in the shelter of a ditch, light artillery passed by.
Their horses had been hit with shell fragments, nevertheless
their wounds were bandaged and our boys were dragging and
beating them on. The signal corps is always on the job, for the
communication wires are always stretched. Near the village of
Eemonville we were hailed with a volley of murderous bullets
from Boche rear-guards. Their innumerable machine guns are
making the advance slow, although we are involving a terrible
expenditure of life to their machine gunners. We flopped into
shell holes and waited until our doughboys flanked them.
While speaking of doughboys our brigade has a pair of regiments that can be called either storm or shock troops without
flattery. They went at just the right clip, although up at St.
Mihiel they were a little too anxious and ran into the devastating barrage of our own guns.
Next entered a woods; here were two long lines of German
prisoners at rest and we immediately started searching them for
iron crosses, rings and rations. In the way of rations they all
seemed short, though some had "pumpernickel" bread.
Among these "crop headed" chaps many were wounded and
many dead. At the machine gun nests we passed there was a
half dozen or so who had diced with death, this proved the
enemy has entailed heavy loses. Talked to Lieut. Blair this afternoon and learned he had just returned from the hospital.
Cheered me up by saying he was positive this would be our final crusade. "Doc" Alderson was with him carrying a shotgun (weapon used merely to tickle the enemy at close range).
At 1 p. m. we "leap frogged" other elements and went over
supporting our respective infantry. Advanced until
dark when we dug in for the night in the edge of a forest.
While doing my watch on the gun, which is in a huge shell
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